it's hard to know if anyone's listening
when everyone's eyes are sewn shut,
red ribbons stitching eyelashes
to under eye bags
keeping them painfully fastened -
keeping them free from influence
free from wavering thoughts
[all except for yours].
it felt like you were the only one listening
[you probably were]
because when others have an excuse
to ignore the pain around them
they accept it naively
- without question -
they'd rather be cradled by mother nature
than to figure out a way to help her
[i'm glad you were not like that
even if it felt like you never really cared
at least you were here,
feeling everyone's pain just like me].
YOU ARE READING
escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
